Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 30

"Wh... what's the plan he had for when they're all home?"

She wasn't offended. It was part of his internal struggle. Part of the torment he'd been going through for the last ten days. The pendulum swinging back and forth between being turned on and sexually excited, to being sick to his stomach with angst and anxiety over what was happening. He was a man used to being in control, embarking on a lifestyle journey where he had none. It was everything he wanted, except for the parts he hated. Balancing those conflicting emotions proved elusive to him. Maggie was trying to guide him there, with grace and love.

"I told you before, sweetie... we can't concern ourselves with what might happen. That's how we get our hopes up, and then we get them crushed when things don't turn out as planned. We need to let things play out naturally, as hard as that might be."

She'd said all that while kissing and licking his shaft and balls. She was being gentle, making love to it. He was trying to relax and turn his brain off, but it was difficult for him.

"I just want this over with," he sighed.

"Fine. I can make you cum in three minutes if that's what you want," she teased.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know. But this is what we're doing. Live in the moment, Alex. I'm about to show you why it's in your best interest to keep me around."

"I... I don't want you to leave anyway."

"Then we need to keep Gerard. No more fighting it."

"But isn't it up to Christina like you said?"

"It'll be a helluva lot easier for her to make that decision if she knows from the moment she comes home that you're not only okay with it, you've forgiven him and it's what you want. That's actually the key to Billy's plan working. Her and Gerard need to remain together when this is all said and done."

"Okay. You're right. I'll get my mind right. That's if this all goes according to whatever plans they have."

"That's my man. Now C'mon," she said as she stood abruptly, holding out her hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Someplace public. I've already texted Sabrina and Consuela. They're going to keep the kids entertained until we get back. I'll text them again when that happens."

"I'm sorry. I'm stumbling over your someplace public bombshell. What do you mean?"

"I'm yours to fuck. But I want to feel like Christina must have, being taken like that all over that hotel. So I want to you to take us somewhere we might get caught."

"Are you serious?"

"We can just walk down to the beach, but if we go there we're not hiding behind the dunes. We're going out by the water like you and Billy did to Sabrina."

"That was in the middle of the night!"

"I'm aware. I don't care. I want to be used like a slut where someone might see me. So, the beach, or we're getting it the Navigator just like we are, and you're driving us someplace else. But make your mind up quick. I'm in a mood and I can promise you don't want to ruin it by being indecisive." Taking her hand, he led her to the stairs. "What the fuck, Alex. Are you not listening to me?"

"I heard you loud and clear. We're getting our swimsuits. You've got three of your bikinis hanging in the bathroom drying."

"I literally just said we're going like this."

"I know. We can drive there naked, but we're going to need to wear something or we're going to get arrested before we start."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to give you both," he said as he led her up the spiral staircase the back way to the master bedroom.

Less than thirty minutes later they were lying on the nearby stretch of beautiful tan sand about a mile from their home. He'd parked the big SUV in the public lot, the two of them getting dressed quickly. He stepped our wearing a pair of loose gym shorts. She was in very skimpy bikini.

He'd laid out a huge sheet, staking it into the sand with beach spike clips. She joked that she was hoping he might use the spring jaws designed to grip the corners of the sheet itself as nipple clamps. He showed her they had extra ones in the beach bag they'd brought with them, and her green eyes flashed. Putting two towels on top of the sheet, they snuggled up together. Facing each other, her hands went back to his crotch as they made out.

It was about seven-thirty in the morning, and it was Sunday. It was a bit early for the beach crowd to being showing up, what with it being a bit cool at that time. There were people out there with them, but it was far from crowded. They'd parked right next to the sand, about ten other vehicles in a lot that could hold over three hundred. They'd found a secluded spot on the sand, but were definitely not hidden. They'd actually gone north, closer to the house, but made sure it looked like they were there to enjoy the rolling surf.

She got him fully hard again by removing his cock, slowly stroking it. Then she took a risk and scooted down, taking him into her warm mouth like she had on the couch. She actually lay there on her side, her back to the rest of the beachgoers, the closest one some fifty yards away. But that woman was on her stomach, her nose pressed into the pages of a book she was engrossed in.

She sucked him for a solid five minutes, becoming more emboldened as time passed. She forgot where they were, concentrating on what she was doing. He tapped her on the head when a young couple walked past them along the shoreline. They too were half a football field away, but they were looking in their direction.

The tapping on her head didn't go as planned. He didn't have one, really. He was just trying to warn her they were being watched. She pulled off, stroking his huge shaft. "What sweetie?" she asked.

"We've got company," he whispered over the waves. It was a rolling surf, but relatively calm because of the tide and time of day.

"That's the point," she replied, looking in their direction. She offered them a polite smile and wave of her fingers while adjusting herself to provide more of a view. Then she took him back in her mouth and deep throated him with more aggression.

The couple stood and watched for a couple of minutes, playing willing voyeur, admiring the action. But then they continued their walk to leave them their privacy. Soon after Maggie was pushing Alex onto his back and lifting her leg over to straddle him. She pulled her bikini thong to the side, and fed his thickness into her dripping cunt.

That began a slow, grinding fuck. It was more like making love, but with a burning energy that smoldered beneath the surface. They couldn't go at each because of the location. They'd been seen by one couple that felt what they witnessed was sexy and harmless. That was dumb luck as much as anything. It was just as likely they might have encountered overzealous prudes that could have called the police. Fucking would bring attention to them. Her on top of him, the two of them kissing, was a bit unusual but not necessarily noteworthy to those around them.

That couple came back by fifteen minutes later to find them grinding. With Maggie's legs spread to place her knees by his hips, her pussy was exposed to the water, and to them as they strolled... this time much closer to the action. The man had his phone in his hand, and considered taking video. His significant other gently put her hand on his arm and whispered in his ear, presumably to talk him out of ruining that moment. She wouldn't have wanted that to happen to her, and she'd spent the majority of their morning walk on the beach telling her husband that she'd be up for such an endeavor. He acquiesced to her pleas, and put his phone in his pocket.

Maggie knew they were there, as Alex had seen them coming out of the corner of his eye. He also informed her that he'd lost sight of them, which meant they'd stopped again.

"God, I love being watched," she cooed in his ear.

"I can tell. You just came."

"A little. I want to fuck the shit out of you so bad right now. It's like there's this controlled rage inside me waiting to burst out of my chest."

"I'll do it if that's what you want," he promised, actually considering it.

"No, sweetie. This is good. But I do want to put on a show."

"Be my guest."

She pushed herself up and then got to her feet. It startled the couple, and they began to panic, especially when she turned around and faced them. Her brilliant white smile put them at ease. Pulling the top of her bikini to the sides, she exposed her shapely breasts and giggled at their reaction. She had a thousand naughty thoughts run through her head at one time, including the idea of inviting them to the house, or at the very least to join them on the big sheet. Instead she went back to the original concept, not willing to clutter the experience she'd been thinking about since watching Christina's videos.

Dropping back to her knees, she crawled into position and plopped onto her left side. Alex nestled up behind her, his cock in hand, feeding it back into her wet, waiting pussy. She left her tits exposed, even though she was facing the woman that was reading. She didn't care. The slow strokes of his fat shaft felt too good. She wanted to be naked for him. She might as well have been.

The couple held hands as they walked away, once again leaving them to their fun. She was talking close to his ear. Maggie watched them as she felt Alex's big hand cover her top breast, fondling it. She smiled as she saw the man slide his hand into the back of her modest bikini, cupping her bare bottom.

Closing her eyes, Maggie surrendered to Alex. He took advantage, picking up the pace. It was hard for him not to. The entire experience was becoming too much. More people were arriving, and it was going to get interesting if their encounter didn't start to wrap up relatively soon.

He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before stretching it out from her body while pinching it hard. The bar pierced into it made it easy for him to manipulate. Her walls clenched around his cock and her back arched, the pain shooting though her nervous system triggering a physical response.

"OOOOOHHHH!" she called out.

That got the attention of the reader, who reluctantly looked up from the pages, catching sight of what was happening nearby. Her hand went over her mouth, the shock of witnessing a couple in the throes of passion on a pubic beach catching her off guard.

"OOOOOHHHH YEESSSS!" Maggie shouted as she came hard, Alex torturing her nipples. He was also bucking hard at that point, not caring himself if they were found out any longer.

"AAAAAHHHHHGGGGGGG!" he growled, driving into her and holding still, pumping his load deep into her cunt.

He fucked her a bit more, churning up their combined juices before pulling out and wiping his cock off on her ass cheeks. Putting it away, he continued to toy with her breasts. Maggie was staring intently at the woman, who'd closed the book for the time being and was maintaining eye contact. It was a strange connection, but they were indeed sharing one. Maggie lifted her right leg, putting her thong back in place. Then she sat up and adjusted her bikini top, her parted thighs directed at their latest voyeur.

They both got to their feet, and Alex went about packing up their things. She waited, still looking off and on at their beautiful admirer. With everything put away in the beach bag, Alex took her by the hand, and they walked toward the woman... and the parking lot.

As they neared her, Maggie politely said, "I hope you enjoyed the show."

"Far more than this boring book," she replied, lifting it up to show the title. "I wish I would have noticed you sooner."

"Some other time, perhaps."

"Pretty sure that was a 'lighting in a bottle' moment. But I am wondering if I can get away with masturbating here while it's fresh in my mind. Oh... wait. I have my remote with me!"

"What?"

"My vibe. It's a bluetooth."

"My wife has one of those," Alex commented.

"Your... wife?"

"I'm his girlfriend," Maggie shrugged.

"You're kidding."

"She is kidding. She's much more than that to me," he corrected. "We're in a polyamorous marriage."

"Shut up," she giggled as she sat up.

"Wow," Maggie said as she blushed. "That's the first time you've actually committed to that, sweetie. I'm... holy shit!" She squeezed his hand excitedly.

"Lucky girl," she said, digging into her own beach bag. Pulling out a small pink vibrator that had a tail, she turned it on. Then, she winked as she pulled her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her pussy to them.

"Nice," Maggie grinned.

"Very," Alex seconded.

"Thanks. I needed that," she sighed, slipping it inside and then playing with herself for a moment before covering up. "I'm Quinn."

"Maggie. This is my psuedo-husband, Alex. What did you mean by needing that? The validation?"

"Yes. I... I just got out of an abusive relationship. Moved here from Idaho a month ago. I'm still settling in."

"Are you okay?" Alex asked.

"Yes. Thank you for asking. I needed a fresh start. I'm thinking I'm in the right place after this... seeing you two. I have to be honest, I'm so turned on just by hearing the term 'polyamorous marriage' and that you're in one it's not fucking funny. There's no one in Idaho that's thinking that way. I was out of my element there. I'm going to be fine. I just need to come out of my shell and make a few friends away from work."

"Gotta pen?" Maggie asked.

Quinn dug through the bag, pulling one out. She handed it to Maggie, who dropped to her knees. Grabbing the paperback, she opened it to the inside cover. "Here's my cell. Text me the info and I'll help you."

"What? What info?"

Maggie grinned and leaned forward, catching her off guard. In seconds they were involved in a hot, steamy kiss. It was full of emotion, spurred on by Maggie cupping Quinn's left breast, tweaking her nipple much like Alex had done to her, although through the material of her top.

"There. You just made a friend. We literally live just up there, on the beach," she said as she pointed north along the shoreline. "We could have fucked there, but I wanted to show off this morning."

"I'm glad you did," she panted. "H... how did you know?"

"That you're Bi?" Quinn nodded. "Gut feeling. The way you looked at us. Text me what to download and whatever code I need to control your vibe, and I'll make your morning more fun than doing it to yourself."

"Are you serious?"

"As an orgasm. We've got a lot going on right now. I can explain some other time, but... like I said. Friends," she said, kissing her quickly again.

"Friends. I'd like that. My friends call me Q."

"Then call me Mag. I'll try to call you this week. In the meantime... let's see how many times I can make you cum in the next couple of hours."

"Ha! Deal," she said as she looked at the phone number. It was written inside a Tom Clancy novel; one in the Jack Ryan series. "This book just finally got interesting."

"Why are you reading it?" Alex asked.

"It's one of my ex-boyfriend's. He had them all. I took them, to be spiteful. I'm trying to figure out why he's so into them."

"Sounds to me like you're trying to figure out why he's such an asshole. Trust me, the answer is in there," he chuckled.

"What?"

"If you ever watched an interview with the author, it's self-explanatory. He was an extremely arrogant individual, in my opinion. I give him credit for being very detailed and technical in his research and writing. But there's a part of his style that comes off as him trying to constantly prove he's the smartest man in the room. I think it says pretty much everything about him to know that he owned his own Sherman tank and kept it on the lawn of his estate."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. If you're intent on reading spy novels, you should try some of Ian Fleming's work. It's obviously a little dated, and very sexist, but it's more elegantly written. If you can think of it as a time period series, the novels capture the early cold war era in a more romanticized way than Clancy's do the latter years of the conflict."

"Ian Fleming? The guy that invented James Bond?"

"I'm not sure I'd say he invented him. He certainly created the character. He also created one named Q," he smirked.

"Ha! That's actually why my friends call me that. I'm in the tech industry. I'll admit, I never knew it stood for Quartermaster until I saw Skyfall. But it works for me. What didn't was my ex. You were right. He's an arrogant asshole. Leaving him wasn't enough. I needed to reinvent myself. It's not been easy, but it's been mostly rewarding."

"You know, Maggie's right. We're just up the road from here. You're welcome anytime."

"Are you already looking to fuck my new would be girlfriend, darling? That's very Bond of you. I'm not done trying to get her into bed myself," Maggie teased.

"I've got enough on my plate at the moment. But I wouldn't say no to a threesome some day," he shrugged.

"Well fuck me," Quinn giggled. "And here I thought this was just going to be a lonely day at the beach."

"It can go back to being that if you want," Maggie teased.

"No thanks. I'm hoping for a little technical magic to come my way. Something right out of Q branch," she giggled.

"Alright. I'll see what I can do to help.

And I'll call you this week, Q. I promise."

"Looking forward to it, Mag. Almost as much as I'm looking forward to the next couple of hours. Look for my text!"

"Will do."

Arriving at the parking lot, Alex opened Maggie's door, but she paused before getting in. She was distracted by something she caught a glimpse of. Walking out into the middle of the parking lot, she craned her neck to look past a car at the far end. Alex appeared by her side, and they moved closer, until they came into view.

It was the couple from the beach that had stopped and admired them. The roles were suddenly reversed. The couple was naked, hidden by cars in two directions, and a hedgerow in a third. Yet they were in plain sight from where Maggie and Alex were standing.

She was bent over the hood of the car, her torso on top of a beach towel. He was behind, his hands grabbing her hips, bucking into her with a fury that seemed fueled by the sun they were basking in. She saw them, her desire rising as she put her hands to her car and pushed herself up. Her heavy tits began to sway from the inertia he was creating. She wanted to show herself like Maggie had.

They could hear their bodies coming together, the rhythmic slapping sound accompanying the steady cadence of the ocean waves behind them. It was as musical as it was magical. In the midst of being taken by her husband, she had the presence of mind to return the gaze Maggie was sharing, and she waved gracefully with her fingers.

"Thank you," she mouthed, just before the magnificent man plowing into her grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up farther, ratcheting the intensity level up another couple of notches.

Maggie turned to Alex and kissed his cheek again. "Let's go home, sweetie. We can stop and pick up the kids on the way."

"Okay," he nodded, smiling as they turned around.

"Thanks for bringing me here," she sighed. "I needed that."

"The validation?" he quipped, saying what she'd said to Quinn.

"Yes. For you to state publicly that we're in a polyamorous marriage, even if it's just to one person? That is most definitely validating. Plus, it was fun!"

"You're just saying that because you might have a new playmate."

"I'm saying it because you gave me what I asked for. A public stage where I could show off."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sunday Evening, May 25th -- DAY 10

Christina was waiting to take the stage. It was strange. The feeling she had inside was different. It was odd. She felt off. Everything felt off.

For starters, she was alone in the dark entrance, watching the dancer that was proceeding her in the rotation. While she was perfectly comfortable working the pole, and the room full of horny men, she'd gotten used to performing in a more sexually explicit manner. The lesbian escapades that she'd been an integral part of the previous couple of nights had become a crowd favorite, and a personal one as well. She still couldn't believe she'd been fisted. Just saying that in her head was enough to nearly make her pass out from the way it made her body react. Much like she had when she climaxed from it being done to her.